As a recovering Art History major, one of my greatest lessons of the ancient Greeks is found in their temples. Never mind that I found God under Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel Ceiling or through Bernini’s interpretations of the physical world in the Villa Borghese. My quest for the eternal started in the ancient ruins of Greece.
The original purpose of a temple was for the viewer to seek a journey unlike any other. Appropriately traveled the journey provided hope of the prospect of renewal, joy, exaltation. Through a maze of corridors to the center of universal purpose, the viewer was forced through darkened corridors where doubt inevitably crippled hopes of such a journey. Much like our own path on this earth, fear is crippling and devastating at its core.
As the lay person traveled through passage ways that provided time for reflection of misdeeds and misfortunates that perpetuated darkness, the healing began. Unknown to the traveler the temple dictated a specific response of solitude and isolation.
When hope seemed a distant memory on a foreign shore a small light shone in the corner of the observer’s eye. Ever faithful the journeyman approached the light. The walk still treacherous began to soften and realization that darkness was not all encompassing set in.
The light continued to grow brighter until a courtyard was presented. Bathed in light the observer approached. Once inside the center of the temple the journeyman found hope and love nestled in a far corner. As his approach quickened toward this, so too did his spirit. Ever searching, ever wanting, heaven was displayed in full bloom upon earth.
My imagination can only assist me in understanding what such an experience must be like. I do however understand the seeking, losing, and refinding of what I can only hope to be true love. All parts are particularly painful each in their own special way.
Lost in the dark corridors of my mind, contemplating each move, each statement propels me to continue my search for the unknown.
When a light shines at the end of a long passage it is guttural to advance towards it. It is guttural even when it is obvious that I am wounded. Advancement is key towards enlightenment. Even though stumbling blocks cover my path I am determined by my forward march towards what I know to be sacred and divine.
Someday, I will reach the inner sanctum and become bathed in light and hope. Today is not my day to reach the inner temple. My quest continues, ever forward, one foot in front of the other.
arlisann 
Dancing With God
When I meditated on the word Guidance, I kept seeing ‘dance’ at the end of the word. I remember reading that doing God’s will is a lot like dancing. When two people try to lead, nothing feels right. The movement doesn’t flow with the music, And everything is quite uncomfortable and jerky. When one person realizes that, and lets the other lead, Both bodies begin to flow with the music. One gives gentle cues, perhaps with a nudge to the back Or by pressing Lightly in one direction or another. It’s as if two become one body, moving beautifully. The dance takes surrender, willingness, And attentiveness from one person And gentle guidance and skill from the other.
My eyes drew back to the word Guidance. When I saw ‘G’: I thought of God, followed by ‘U’ and ‘I’. ‘God, ‘U’ and ‘I’ dance.’ God, you, and I dance.
As I lowered my head, I became willing to trust That I would get guidance about my life. Once again, I became willing to let God lead.
My prayer for you today is that God’s blessings And mercies are upon you on this day and everyday. May you abide in God, as God abides in you. Dance together with God, trusting God to lead And to guide you through each season of your life. Interceding in prayer is one of the best gifts we can receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards; So let’s continue to pray for one another. And I Hope You Dance !
Wow! That is incredible! Thank you ❤️❤️